He falls to the ground and screams, clutching a broken face.

She gets up, wiping her eyes. Someone's set fire to something, and there's smoke in the air. Further down the block a different man is ripping a woman's dress off in the middle of the street. She super cannot tell whether the woman is into this.

She should probably be running or something, but the path she was taking has a lot of people in the next stretch, and a bunch of them are looking over at the screaming guy.

He retrieves his stolen clothes and scans around for any other way out.

Fighting people this way, guy methodically smashing shop windows with a wooden plank that way, lots of staring people who seem to be reconsidering whatever their previous plans were in favor of something involving Korva and Hagan, apparently empty alley. 

- he grabs her arm and tugs her down into the alley. Even if it's not empty you're pretty much allowed to fight things in alleys.

She runs after him.

The alley's not empty. There are another half-dozen people halfway through it, mostly just drinking and singing. One of them stands up to block them as they run through. 

     "Hey, friends. Having fun at the festival?"

Well he can't understand any of these people but he can grin broadly at them!

The people grin back at him. One of the sitting ones makes a halfhearted attempt to pull Korva down. She jerks away.

"Summon Improvised Weapon." Now he has a table leg in his hand. He glares.

They're not particularly insistent on keeping her with them. They can make it through the alley.

On the other side of it there are a bunch of people throwing things in a bonfire. A bunch of them look up; some of them move to surround them.

     "Hey, friends. Why don't you stay a while."

...Refine Improvised Weapon would make his table leg hit like a short sword. This is absurdly tempting right now but it is also super definitely the kind of thing that gets you inevitably executed in a couple of minutes or hours or days depending on local law enforcement resources.

Instead they should perhaps run.

Korva is a fan of the plan where they run. The people around the bonfire are not.

Someone attempts to pull Korva away from Hagan. Some other people pull flaming sticks out of the bonfire and block their exits.

Korva can have Protection from Energy. "Go, you can run right through that -"

 - nod.

She runs. She gets hit on the way out but doesn't stop running. Not until she's half a street down. She looks back.

A lot more people have decided to hit Hagan with flaming sticks. She ducks into a smashed doorway and looks to see whether he's going to be able to follow her.

Maybe instead he will DIE IN A FIRE but Korva will think he's pretty cool. There are worse ways to go. 

Gods.

Okay. She doesn't know how to survive here without Hagan. (Also Hagan is dying he's going to die he's going to die - )

- the pendant said it'd turn her into a cleric of Shelyn. This is a stupid thing to do but the alternative is sitting here in this doorway while a bunch of people beat her friend to death with torches. 

She runs. Finds the street they walked into town in. Finds the pedestal, completely undisturbed despite the festival. 

She grabs the pendant and puts it on.

     Do you agree to undergo my quest?

"Yes, please, I need healing, can you give me healing - "

     I can.

The pendant's golden chain constricts around her neck, not quite choking but too tight to pull off. She compulsively tugs at it. There's no clasp.

     Go to the one you must help.

She runs back towards the bonfire.

He is attempting to fight off this unreasonably large mob of people. It's not going great.

Well, fuck, she has no idea how clerics fight. She ducks into the same broken doorway again. 

Someone hits Hagan in the back of the head with something heavy. Something cracks. It isn't the thing that hit him.

He collapses.

Fuck. 

Once he's down people stop attacking him. They throw some more things in the fire for a while, and then someone yells something and most of them head over in some other direction.

She runs to the fire with a piece of the smashed door and throws it in. Then she kneels over Hagan and - she has no idea how cleric powers work -

     Try cure serious wounds. I'll do the work. You will have to touch him.

"Cure serious wounds," she whispers, placing a hand on his bleeding head.

He opens his eyes. Blinks confusedly. 

"- Korva? You're a cleric now?"

"Apparently. I would say long story but it's not. - can you stand."

"- yeah." He does that.

"Let's get out of here."

He looks around. Fy slithers out from under a building and up his arm.

"Yeah, okay.'

She can lead them back out of town the way they came. Past the empty pedestal and out into farmland. It's getting darker, and out here there aren't people wandering around with torches. 

"Do you need any more healing? Either of you?"